Under The Skin Black Void Novels & Stories

The black SUV idled at the curb, its polished exterior reflecting the café’s flickering lights like a dark, enigmatic creature waiting to pounce. Isla hesitated for a heartbeat, uncertainty knotting in her stomach, then slid into the backseat beside Kael, with Priya nestled closely at her side. The doors closed with a soft but final thud, enveloping them in a cocoon of change. Kael settled beside the driver—a man with chiselled features, deep-set dark eyes, and an intensity that wrapped around him like a cloak. He remained silent, yet his presence thrummed in the air, a palpable energy that mimicked a second heartbeat in the vehicle.

As the laughter rang out, a very clean palm broke through the void and appeared. With just a slight movement of the palm, the energy riot caused by the white skeleton was quickly suppressed. The collapsed void instantly returned to its original state! After that, with the stability of the void, a black cloud burst out from the hole like a sea of tides. The black clouds were made up of countless black bats. They bared their fangs and waved their claws. Their faces were very evil, as if they were devils from the hell. "Swoosh!" Then, a figure in a long black robe appeared in front of the white skeleton, as strange as a ghost.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "You aren't going anywhere! You’ve taken enough from us, and you aren't running back into the dark like a coward!" Rhea’s voice was a jagged scream that tore through the thick, violet haze of the Under-Whisper. She was hunched over the petrified moss, her fingers buried in the dirt to keep from collapsing. Across the clearing, the figure that wore Ash Ryder’s skin was twitching with a rhythmic, sickening violence. The Heir, the dark construct of Rhea’s own soul, was a dissolving nightmare, its physical form shedding like burnt paper. Without that anchor, the Shadow King was losing his grip on reality.

I winced, blinking hard, blinded for a moment. When my eyes finally adjusted, he pulled back the hood. And my heart jolted. His skin—his face—looked human at first glance, but it was marbled with something dark. Thin black cracks crawled under his pale skin like they were alive, pulsing faintly with each breath he took. His eyes were the colour of ash mixed with blood, eerie and unnatural. And those veins… they weren’t just under the surface—they were in it. Like something ancient trying to burst out.

"You think by breaking my link, you’ve saved the world. But the 'Frequency' you broadcast wasn't just a message. It was a flare. You’ve shown the Deep-Core to the rest of the world. The Void was just the first to arrive. There are others—entities older than the Vanes—who have been listening to the static for centuries. They are coming for the Root now. And they don't use servers. They use... shadows." The recording cut out, replaced by a rhythmic, clicking sound—like a telegraph in a language that didn't exist yet. "He’s bluffing," Julian said, but his voice lacked conviction. He looked at my arm. The silver scar was gone. In its place was something new—a series of faint, black geometric pat

"You think a girl from the Peaks can match the strength of the West? Without your magic you’re meat." He raised the mallet for a killing blow. I looked at my arm—the one infected by the Void-ink. It was numb, cold as a glacier.. As I looked at the black veins I realized something. The Void wasn't a parasite. It was an absence of light.. What was the Moon if not an entity that lived in the absence of the sun? I didn't try to fight the ink. I embraced it. I let go of the spark of the Harbinger. I reached into the cold black vacuum within my arm and pulled it into my chest. My eyes didn't glow violet; they turned a terrifying starless black.

Lucifer's hands held Allistair's hips in firm grasp, holding him in place as his black eyes blazed with a savage hunger and unyielding possession. At their back, the Void knelt, a dark imitation of Lucifer, but clearly distinct. Dressed in identical dark royalty, the Void's fingers drew slow, deliberate lines down Allistair's spine, kindling shivers that spread through his shuddering body. With a grace that defied holy nature, both Lucifer and the Void leaned forward, their lips brushing Allistair's skin in twin caresses.

“Sorry, sorry. Getting back to where we left off, what are you going to ask to the woman after the little work is done? We need a new smart TV, a couch to watch the TV, also we need some dollars to buy other things…” “Would you shut the fuck up?!” The big man raised his voice. “I’m trying to concentrate.” No one else said anything else. Just his gaze directly to the man who seemed uncomfortable in the corner of his bed. Surely, Bastian felt watched since he turned around looking for the one who was observing his movements when he found the big man in the cell in front of him. Around 7’1 high, perfect beard, his arms covered in tattoos and the look in his eyes that represented anything but fe

Far above, the sky was already beginning to dim at the edges, like a lid lowering over an eye that didn’t sleep. On the threshold, Kaelira paused and spoke not to Zevran or Taren but to the world itself. “When the Black Moon rises,” she said, “let it watch.” And then, without looking back, she added the only promise that felt like truth: “We’re coming for you.” The arch shivered. The Court’s gates loomed. Somewhere ahead, a war-scar smiled. The bond thrummed once—thin, fierce, alive. And the three of them walked into winter.

The Eden System. The Grand Temple Steps. Zero Hour + 17 Hours 10 Minutes. The severed wing of the General dissolved into a cloud of harmless, dark purple ash. The invincible executioner of the Void Sovereign was on its knees, its indestructible black armor cracked and leaking a viscous, glowing fluid. Sebastian Sterling stood over the entity, his fists dripping with Abyssal dark matter, his chest heaving as the violet and gold veins pulsed furiously against his skin.